The butcher-boy puts off his killing clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market;
I loiter , enjoying his repartee , and his shuffle and break-down. 210
[12.1]
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil;
Each has his main-sledge—they are all out—(there is a great heat in the fire.)
[12.2]
From the cinder-strew’d threshold I follow their movements;
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms;
Over-hand the hammers swing—over-hand so slow—over-hand so sure: 215
They do not hasten—each man hits in his place.
[12.3]
12.
The butcher-boy puts off his killing clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market;
I loiter , enjoying his repartee , and his shuffle and break-down. 210
[12.1]
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil;
Each has his main-sledge—they are all out—(there is a great heat in the fire.)
[12.2]
From the cinder-strew’d threshold I follow their movements;
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms;
Over-hand the hammers swing—over-hand so slow—over-hand so sure: 215
They do not hasten—each man hits in his place.
[12.3]
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